Poetry: Isn’t It Strange by Ian Copestick

Ian Copestick, Poetry, Punk Noir Magazine


Isn’t It Strange ?

Isn’t it strange when you bump
Into someone who you haven’t seen
For over 20 years, and it hits you
Just how OLD they look, because
You haven’t changed a bit.
A few months ago I accused my cousin
Of being my uncle ( his father )
As if he didn’t know who he was
It’s just that I forget that over 20 years
Have passed since we last met.
It happens to me all the time.
I sometimes wish I could just
Stop the world, right where it is
And only start it again when I
Feel ready.
Is that strange ?
Is it just me ?